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-- turntechGodhead [TG] began pestering tentacleTherapist [TT]--
TG: have you heard from john
TT: No, I haven't. Neither have I heard a peep from Jade in about three hours now.
TG: well thats it theyre dead
TT: I hardly believe that being MIA for three hours calls for playing the funeral dirge just yet.
TG: all i know is that jade had a meteor the size of texas heading for her homeland of monkeyfuck island
TG: or was it the size jupiter
TG: whatever a huge ass meteor
TG: and she probably had really little time
TG: and john being the moron he is probably lost the fight with his denizen
TG: so yeah
TG: ...
TG: youre not saying anything
TG: why arent you saying anything oh god did you die too
TG: rose yo
TG: send me a smoke signal here or something
TG: morse code maybe
TG: dot dot dash dot dash dot
TG: oh wait
TG: ..-.-.
TG: there better
TG: rose seriously stop fucking around
TT: I apologize. I had to go take a nap.
TT: From what I can see, which is not much-- Skaia is clouded over.
TT: Hmmm.
TG: oh well as long as youre going around snoozing in corners and dream stargazing its all good
TT: Were you worried, David?
TG: well yeah a little i mean
TG: theres a good possibility that john and jade are dead
TG: and honestly being here was going to get pretty fucking boring
TG: also the only thing i have to keep me company is my shitfuck of a sprite
TG: goddamn it why did i prototype cal
TG: sos send help before i commit seppuku
TG: oh wait
TG: ...---...
TT: Yes, god forbid you commit a Japanese style suicide. Your bro would be so proud.
TT: Where is he anyway?
TG: fuck man i dont know
TG: i don't keep tabs on him
TG: let him just be free as a weaboo strider can be
TG: sugoi
TG: oh god i take that back
TT: Yes, anyway back to the point.
TG: was there ever a point
TT: Yes. Concerning our potentially dead friends, perhaps?
TG: oh yeah
TT: I am now scrolling around the view I have of John’s house and he is nowhere to be found.
TT: I have messaged Jade many a time but she doesn’t respond.
TT: The same goes for John.
TT: I think you might have been right.
TG: fuck seriously
TG: i
TG: fuck
TT: But then again, he might just be walking around his planet.
TT: I can’t see him when he does that so that could be it.
TG: are you worried
TT: Yes, a bit.
TT: But speaking about being worried am I to believe that THE Dave Strider was worried about little old me?
TG: fuck off
TT: Hmm.
TG: oh god youre psychoanalyzing the fuck out of this arent you
TT: Maybe a bit.
TG: god damn it
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You don’t sleep that night.